October 21, 2000 - Saturday
Harry likes spaghetti and is always a diligent eater. And, at the end of a spaghetti dinner his face has usually got tomato residue covering parts of his round baby cheeks and up to the eyebrows he'll inevitably rub as he starts to tire and lose interest in the meal. Today, was no different in that sense. He ate a hearty helping of pasta, but today, by the end of this meal, he was completely worn out.

His afternoon nap came a little earlier than usual and didn't last as long as it should have. His mother and I took a nice autumn bike ride around town and, while Harry seemed to enjoy the early part of the ride, the relentless gentle rocking of the bike seat lulled him to sleep. We thought we might be able to get him back home and put him in the crib for another hour, but our timing was off and once we got back he'd been sleeping just long enough to emerge from his slumber ready for more action. Unfortunately, that couldn't have been much past 2:30pm and, for a baby, it's a long way from there until to bedtime. Harry did not make it.


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